Dogs love us not only because we feed them, walk them, or groom them, or protect them, but because we are fun. How astonishing!

The curiosity of cats is, like their affection, of a purity and intensity rarely seen in humans. We would be jaded when faced with the fiftieth paper bag. Not so our cats.

What struck me whenever I visited a farm was how much more sophisticated was the life the animals were capable of living than was assumed by those exploiting them. The more we are willing to see about their lives, the more we will see. Humans seem to take perverse pleasure in attributing stupidity to animals when it is almost always entirely a question of human ignorance.

Dogs never lie about love.

Animals are, like us, endangered species on an endangered planet, and we are the ones who are endangering them, it, and ourselves. They are innocent sufferers in a hell of our making.

We need cats to need us. It unnerves us that they do not. However, if they do not need us, they nonetheless seem to love us.

Questers of the truth, that’s who dogs are; seekers after the invisible scent of another being’s authentic core.